Disclaimer: In a perfect world, I still wouldn't own Harry Potter, because I couldn't make it nearly as awesome as J.K. Rowling did.

Authors Note: Hey, really sorry for the wait. My computer cord broke, I'm borrowing another one right now, but I don't know how long I'll have it for. Again, I'm really sorry. :( This chapter is longer than the last... In fact lots of things are longer than my last chapter, sorry about that. Also, the rating was changed to M, because I realized that it's better to be safe then sorry, and I was a little annoyed that I had forgotten to make it M in the first place. The second scene is a little inappropriate, but you can skip it with no harm done. I'm sorry about that. I seem to be apologizing a lot in the author's note, and as for one last apologize (because what the heck, why not) I apologize for spending so much time apologizing. :) Oh, and Merry belated Christmas! Onto the story! (PS, just fixing this because I forgot the page breaks, and was wrong, it's the second scene that's inappropriate, I fixed it! Sorry!)

Chapter 6

Harry stood hesitantly at the foot of Rose's bed. He was excited for Christmas, but he didn't want to bother her out of her sleep. He fidgeted nervously as he waited for her to wake up, and was so startled when she finally stretched and opened her eyes that he jumped back about a foot, hit is head on her dresser, and knocked over her crystal ballerina statue, which proceeded to smash into a million pieces. Upon hearing this commotion Rose scrambled out of bed.

"What the-" Her wand was immediately out, but as soon as she saw what had actually happened she lowered it. "Harry darling, are you alright?" she picked him up out from around the smashed crystal and placed him on the bed.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I-I- don't need any presents! You can return them! I'll go clean it up-" Harry was frantic.

"Hush love. I don't care about the ballerina, look reparo! There, see? Everything is cleaned up already! I know it was an accident, I just wanted to make sure that you're okay," Rose assured him, kneeling on the floor next to the bed.

"You- you did?" Harry stuttered, still eying the wand in Rose's hand.

"Of course I did sweetie. I care about you much more than a crystal ballerina that I can fix in five seconds anyway. And even if I couldn't fix it I would be fine as long as you're safe," despite the fact that Harry was now calmed at Rose's words, he was still trembling and silent tears were cascading down his cheeks. "What's wrong hun?" she asked.

"I thought- I thought you weren't going to want me anymore. I thought you were going to make me leave. I thought that you didn't want to be my mummy anymore. You had your wand out as soon as you got up and-" Rose's eyes widened as she understood what happened. She hastily put her wand on the bedside table before coming up onto the bed herself and pulling Harry into a tight hug, though she made sure it wasn't to constricting as he could breathe. She leaned back into her pillows, which were propped up again the headboard, and stroked Harry's head.

"Harry, I love you more than anyone in the whole world. Nothing is going to change that, and I will be your mother for the rest of your life and then some. You understand that don't you? I'm never going to leave you, and I won't let anything bad happen to you on my watch. You're not getting rid of me that easily son," she murmured into his ear. Harry continued to cry, but was calming down in reaction to her soothing words and touch.

"I love you mummy," Harry told her, clinging to her nightdress as a drowning man clings to a lifeboat.

"I love you too sweetheart. Always and completely. Nothing will ever change that you hear? Now I think we should go downstairs. You need to open your presents don't you?"

Harry started to agree, but then he paused. "Could you just snuggle me for a it longer mummy, I don't really want presents right now anyway. Could we just wait?" he asked quietly.

"Of course love. Let me just send a message to the others," she cast her Patronus, a grim, and informed it of her plans before sending it off to Sirius.

"Thank you mummy," he whispered, before falling into a light sleep.

Sirius stretched as he woke up. His brain was fuzzy for a minute before he remembered. It was Christmas! Of course, then he darkly remembered the news that Dumbledore had given him not to long ago. He was about to leave the room to see if the rest of the household was awake yet, but suddenly Rose's Patronus appeared. He had never seen it before, so was surprised when he saw the grim, which looked exactly like him in his animagus form.

"Sirius, Harry and I are going to stay in bed for at least another hour. Please inform Al and Scor please," Sirius mulled over the message. Obviously something had upset Harry, but as he wasn't privy to what it was, he decided not to pry. He instead went to Al and Scor's room, as they had finally agreed to share one for good, converting Al's old room into a guest room. Sirius knocked on the door, and heard mild cursing as the door opened, revealing Al in hastily put on boxers.

He had a rather obvious problem.

Scor was lying lazily on the bed, with only a thin sheet to cover his lower half. He openly leered at Al, which was causing the other man to blush. Sirius promptly informed them of what had happened and walked away quickly.

Back in the room, Al had closed the door and was giving Scor a reproachful look. "You didn't need to scare him like that."

"I just wanted him to leave us... alone," Scor practically purred, getting off the bed and letting the sheet fall away. Al swallowed at the sight of his lover.

"But if Harry is upset-" Al gulped as Scor crossed the room to him and pinned him against the door.

"Harry has Rose, he'll be fine. But right now the only person you need to be concerned about is me." Al could feel Scor's hot breath on his neck, and Scor's hands on his skin. Unable to resist any longer, Al switched their positions and kissed Scor until neither of them could think straight. They stumbled over to the bed and fell into it together, a tangled mess of limbs.

"Al-" Scor moaned.

"Yes love?" Al asked with sparkling eyes.

"If you don't fuck me right now-" he snarled, tired of being teased.

"As you wish."

When the family of five finally all made it downstairs they sat around the tree in the living room. Harry's eyes widened at the giant mass of presents. He was further shocked to realize that most of them were for him. But first, he wanted to give Rose her present, so he pushed all of the other presents aside, and got the one her wanted, wrapped clumsily in blue wrapping paper with white snowflakes. There was also a card, which Harry had made himself out of an old piece of cardboard. It had crayon drawings on the front of the Rose with Harry in front of a Christmas tree. On the inside, with his neat (for a six year old) handwriting was 'Happy Christmas Mummy' and a smiley face. He was very proud of it, as he had made it all by himself.

"Thank you sweetheart. I love it," she placed a kiss on his head.

"Open the present! I got it specially for you when Uncle Siri and I went to the muggle world!" he was bouncing enthusiastically. Rose's interest piqued, she opened the box to find a Villa Paloma palm bead bracelet in 18k gold with green aventurine. She gasped.

"It's beautiful!"

"You really like it? I picked it out myself! I thought, you're pretty, and that bracelet's pretty, and Uncle Siri thought you'd like it too. I also made you this, but Ginny helped me," Harry babbled on as he handed her another box, which had a necklace in it. There were seashells all threaded through twine.

"I love both of them Harry." His eyes lit up at the praise from the woman who was his most favorite person in the world. "Now why don't you open your presents?"

When it was all said and done Harry had more presents then he could ever possibly want. His favorite though, was a trunk from Scor that when propped up was in reality ten large bookcases. He also got a voucher from Al to buy him twenty new books, which didn't even have to be educational. He was also rather fond of Sirius' gift, which was a training broom. It only went ten feet in the air, and would only fly if the magical signature of one of the four adults was there. It also only went about fifteen miles an hour. But nevertheless, Harry loved it. And he understood that his family were just trying to protect him. Besides, when he wanted to go fast, one of his uncles could take him on one of their brooms. He was very happy with his mother's gift, which was a new CD and cassette player. She also got him the new Bon Jovi album, and a voucher for her to buy him ten new CDs and fifteen comic books at someplace called Newbury Comics.

"What's Newbury Comics Mummy?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side.

"It's a store in America," she answered with a smile.

"Why do I have a voucher from a store in America?" he scrunched up his face confusedly.

"Because we're going to America this summer, as a trip for you and all of your friends. It's a Christmas present from all of us. Newbury Comics is a store in Boston, Massachusetts. Hermione's parents are coming as well," Rose explained to him. Harry's eyes widened even more, which they hadn't thought possible.

"Really mummy? We're gonna go? With all my friends? A whole new country?" at Rose's nod her threw himself in her lap again. "Thank you so much mummy! I'll make sure we're all on our best behavior, I swear it! Can I go mirror call some of my friends?" Harry asked excitedly.

"You do remember that they're all coming tomorrow right?" Scor asked.

"Of course I do Uncle Scor! But I haven't talked to Ginny all day!"

"Okay Harry, you can call them, but be careful when you call Hermione. She's with her muggle grandparents right now, they don't know about magic," Rose cautioned. With that Harry sped off.

"I bet they'll end up married before she's nineteen," Al snickered.

"Eighteen," Scor challenged.

"The day she turns seventeen more like," Rose laughed. "What do you think Sirius?" she asked with a smile, but he didn't return it. His eyes looked haunted.

"I need to tell you guys something. I promised myself that I would wait until after Christmas but-"

"Hold on Siri," Rose held a hand up before silencing the room so that Harry wouldn't be able to hear anything. "Continue."

"What do you all know about Horcruxes?"

Authors Note 2: For Rose's bracelet, there's a link on my profile. Oh, and like all authors, I really appreciate reviews!